Moving Along the Seasons

Seeking that same,everlasting peace
I Dawdle while my eyes say cheese
I see clouds and their shadows
I wander along my sinful meadows

I know the rain can never be same again
For memories have faded and become lame
I know the clouds can never growl again
For mountains are sinuous with devious mean

And winter,you want to talk about it?
Simply shivering,is the logic one talks about it.
Is it the season of a prolonged endeavor?
Nah,says the urchin with a smile too rare.

I want to go gossip about summer
And I hear chaos about it being warmer
I wonder and ask if that is all we can say
People wet and sweat,smile to offer nay

I wait for spring to see some leaves
Hopes are shed and so are leaves
I look around and crave for some hope
Year is ending,says the skeptic mope

Seasons are cylic and so is your life
Merrier are people who like being stoich
But then we wait for seasons and change
Alas!our mind is agile and heart is strange